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Underneath the pulsing lights of a frat party, a wager is made that will change everything.
Enter Lucas Scott, the university's hotshot hockey player, whose arrogance is as legendary as his skills...
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Lucas
As I enter the frat house, a strong stench of perspiration and smoke floods my senses. Only nine o'clock and there are already plenty of perspirant people here. There are already beer cans all over the floor and the school has plenty of reasons to celebrate, making it to the hockey bowl helps raise morale.
Numerous girls approach me as I move through the house; it helps that I'm the best defensive player the school has seen since 1999. They try to catch my attention, but I ignore them and walk up to my friend Miles. Since third grade, Miles has been my closest buddy, and I'm extremely happy that both of us will be doing this year together. We both managed to secure full scholarships playing hockey to attend the University of Victoria.
"Hey man" I say catching his eye, he hands me a beer and I bunker down on the couch next to him. With a crisp crack I open my beer and chug it back. "Todays going to be a good night boys" I say to the group around me after I toss my empty can to the floor to join the rest.
Miles shakes his head as the can hits the floor "we'll be cleaning this up for hours"
"Let's be real dude, this house hardly ever gets really cleaned" one of the other guys that I vaguely remember chimes in. I think his name is Chris?
They're right—the house is absolutely trashed— I get up as they're still talking about the game earlier. I rapidly gulp the amber liquid after grabbing half a bottle of whisky from the counter and pouring myself a shot. Despite the fact that I detest whisky, it quickly gets me fucked up. I pour more into a red solo cup before moving around the house.
I scan around for a few minutes before my eyes land on a pretty blonde chatting with her friends. I watch for a few minutes to see if there's a boyfriend in the picture or not. She walks over to the drink table in the living room area by herself and I see my opportunity slide in.
"Whisky is a better choice over vodka." I muse as I go to stand beside her.
She scoffs "Thanks, but I'm good" I chuckle to myself as I notice the almost foot difference in our height, she's so tiny.
"I don't think I've seen you around, I'm Lucas" I say as I move a piece of her hair out of her face. Her nose scrunches up.
If looks could kill this girl would have me six feet under. "Don't touch me."
"My bad, like I said I don't think I've seen you around." Her expression is somewhere between amused and irritated, I can't get a solid read on her.
She sighs "I don't usually come to parties here" there is a matter of fact tone in her voice. She pours me a shot with the vodka she has in her hand "but to new things" passing me the glass.
"If we're doing your shot of choice, whisky is up next" I smirk, I clink her glass and slam back the clear liquid as it burns I see her smile. She has a beautiful smile.
